If I were a poem, I’d flutter like a leaf pretending to be a butterfly. My imagination would have no rhyme, defying the etiquette of life. I’d be miserable, like a pill waiting to be swallowed. I’d be overjoyed like a squirrel in a hollow. I’d be everywhere for everyone to ignore. I’d be misinterpreted…

Who needs falling stars or lucky charms when the wish you have is in your hands. With a clear mind and a blazing heart, the infinite universe understands. So, let it shine as you cast it high in the setting sun tonight.